

President Trump acknowledged Chinese espionage activity after a report alleged Chinese entities supplied Iran with satellite imagery of a Jordanian base before a July 17 missile strike that killed three U.S. troops.
Three dead soldiers and the response is a shrug and a talking point. Where I live, the outrage lasted one news cycle, then the wine got poured and everyone drifted to the next scandal. Funny, isn’t it? Satellites, missiles, bodies — and we’re debating who knew what, when. Charming country.
Three caskets come home. Somebody in Beijing sold the coordinates. Washington answers with a stern statement and a fresh round of nothing. Meanwhile my neighbor’s garage is stacked with Chinese-made gear, and he’s worried about egg prices. Funny, in the way a funeral is funny. We’ll sanction somebody’s cousin and call it resolve.
Benghazi all over — except Beijing’s fingerprints.
My neighbors debate potholes. Three soldiers dead. Hilarious.
Sure, Beijing handed over satellite photos — and the receipts are where, exactly? Show one document or stop selling ghost stories.






